Every child has a place, every child has a voice at Brownies.
How can we become who we so desperately want to be, at the expense of nobody and nothing else?
Perhaps you are lying next to a cold, frigid Mombie in bed. Or perhaps you yourself are a Mombie who hasn't woken up yet from the nightmare.
I woke up this morning to the devastating news of a terror attack just a few miles away from where myself and my family had been sleeping soundly. A large-scale attack on innocent people with extremely grave consequences: 22 fatalities and scores of wounded, a third of whom are children. And that is so far. I woke up… Continue reading This Will Never Be Normal
Happy May Day! Luckily for us Great Brits, this year May 1st fell on a Monday, which meant another Glorious and Great British Bank Holiday for us all to enjoy. But today wasn't going to be about BBQ's, queues and booze. Today was to be about fun and frolics at the village fete, fairies, faun, flowers and phallic looking… Continue reading MayDay MayDay
So here's the thing. For the past year or so, I've been involved in an arrangement. A you-scratch-my-back-and-i'll scratch-yours type of thing. In fact, I could easily go as far as to call it a relationship. A mutually beneficial, reciprocal kind of relationship, which saw its inception at the school gates. At first I was dubious, but after… Continue reading Car Share
So here we are again. The central heating is on, the woolly cardigans are out and X-Factor has started. The summer we'd all been waiting for is done. Done and dusted. Caught on camera before being swept away as abruptly as a tidal wave, leaving us with nothing but sepia-tinged memories to cling onto. Sombreros… Continue reading The Holidays, Uncut
Last week the Mr and I celebrated having survived another year of marriage, quite remarkably, to each other. And what better way to mark yet another year of wonderful wedded bliss and matrimonial melodramas, than by having ourselves a very clean weekend away with one another. Plus two. Happy anniversary Darling. You see, my old fellow and I… Continue reading The Seven Year Itch
It's New Year's Eve and everyone's doing it. Warm, cosy and snuggled up in front of TV's finest. It's New Year's Eve and baby you're not alone. Feet up, adorning the couch, bottle of red and a shared cigarette. It's New Year's Eve and trust me, you won't regret this in the morning. Twenty quid… Continue reading It’s New Year’s Eve Baby
Since when did "It's OK, it's perfectly normal" become such a coveted phrase? Since when did the hitherto banal word spelt "n.o.r.m.a.l" sound so damn gratifying? Since when did a state of "normality" become necessary to keep me sane at the very least? Since 4 years ago. Since I became a mum. Since now. Normal adj 1.… Continue reading A Blissful State of Normality